Honestly? It's a story in which every possible trope/cliché imaginable is thrown into ONE big book.
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⚠️Includes: graphic sex, violence, drugs, profanity, and some Spanish dialogue
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"Would you lie for me, baby? Cross your heart & hope to die for me, baby?"
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As soon as Richard turned into her street at the end of the day, the black Ford parked in front of the house and the two men in suits walking up the front lawn to the door immediately grabbed their attention. Sofia's heart accelerated in panic as her mind thought the worst, especially when Richard cursed under his breath, confirming those thoughts to be right.
He parked his car a few houses down and shifted towards her in his seat with the gravest look on his face, only spiking her trepidation. "Babe, no pressure but... you cannot fuck this up, please."
"Fuck what up? What are you talking about?" Her voice came out as trembling as her body was.
"Those are detectives, mija."
"What?! Why?!" She glanced back out the window to see them stepping inside the house after showing their badges to whoever had opened the door.
"They probably just want to ask some question about Jorge. That's all."
"That's all?!" she scoffed at how calmly he was trying to downplay the severity of the situation. "How can you sit here and say it like we didn't just kill the guy only a week ago?" She looked back out the window, stressfully running a hand over her head as she exclaimed, "Fuck! I don't want to go to jail, Richard! Fuck!"
He leaned over the middle console to grab her chin and turn her head away from the window, forcing her to focus on his pacifying eyes. "You didn't kill anyone, so you're not going to jail. Please keep that fact in your head always, and especially now when you answer their questions." Just be confident when answering. Andale, you've done this before babe. You can do it again."
She shook her head with fright-induced tears brimming her eyes. "Let's go somewhere else and come back after they leave."
As much as he wanted to do that and more for her in that moment, he knew the process. He knew how it worked and he knew running from it would be both futile and suspicious. He clasped both hands behind her neck and softly stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "Then they'll just come back again until they get a hold of you. You might as well get it over with now."
